First: I reached the ends of the internet as it comes to dating. Exhibit A:
I would leave this without comment but SERIOUSLY WHAT THE F?!?! Did anyone know this was even possible?! It's not like I have ridiculous settings of men at least 5'8 but less than 6'4, stable income as verified by 3 years tax returns, born under the sign of the dragon preferably with a fall birthday, and within a 3 mile radius. Don't worry, I checked and those specifications aren't possible. Hello coders, time to get to work! But seriously, I give up.
And yet, where did I turn in the depths of a crisis? The interwebs. Now, let me back this up, the crisis was of an adulting type - I couldn't figure out how to close an ironing board. Yup, you read that one correctly. I was staying at a hotel with the old school ironing boards from the 1970s and couldn't figure out how to put it back in the armoire.
Real talk, I have a portable ironing board from college that I've used max 8 times and it doesn't stand up, it's like 8 inches off the floor. This behemoth is like 3 feet off the floor and locked. For a minute I debated leaving it that way for housekeeping to put away, but that's kind of a dick move (I'm sure people do that all the time, but please, it's already their job to clean up after me, I don't need to make it any worse). Instead I found a lovely YouTube tutorial that 1) made me feel better since there were a ton of them so clearly it's not a problem unique to me and 2) the guy laughingly refers to them as ironing boards circa 1939. He's not wrong.
That is all.